Every Man Out

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Stranded, hungry, vulnerable, and under no rule of law, flight 779 finds the real philosophy behind being voted off the island. Two sisters, Chelsea and Diane, have no choice now. The food has run out. The group is dieing. And Diane was even threatened by a brutal madman looking for a quick fix. "You can smother him." She whispers one dark night. "Smother him?" "Yes. Seduce him and smother him. I'll show you."

But weren't they afraid they were going to get caught? Do you see a lab? Do you see a forensic science lab next to a hamburger stand? They'd never know, and with Chelsea's lead they practiced their secret seductions one by one. Every man out..

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"You see?" She said.. gently spreading open her legs. "I can't! I gotta watch!" She whispered loudly. "It's ok.." Chelsea said, in a near hypnotic state. "Nobody's coming.. Come here." And Diane walked over in the sand in her bare feet and stared. The firelight flickered in and out Randy's head between her lovely thighs. "You see?" She said, pointing to her legs. They were opened. "He won't move. He's exhausted.." "Oh my God.. Chelsea." "No! It's good, Diane. It's really really good."

He was a ragged doll underneath her. On the verge of asphyxiation. Every muscle in his body screaming for oxygen yet unable to move. Unable to fight. And then suddenly with the wave of a hand, Chelsea said: "Ok." And she stopped her screw, and rested her lovely naked body down. Then crouched over top her squat, huddling in a ball.

Chelsea was relaxed. A near state of peaceful orgasm. But Diane was breaking out into a sweat. Nervous and afraid, she knew exactly what her sister was doing. And it was lovely, yet ugly. The breath in her lungs quivered with her exhales, with her inhales, like she were her sister. Glad she wasn't, wishing she was..

And Chelsea looked up and smiled. "It's done."

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She gently stood. Everything her sister did was graceful.. but this time? She rested her hands on her hips in strange bewilderment. Stranger than her's. The firelight reflected saliva sticking between them, and she lifted her foot over his face and walked away to put her cloths on. Diane just stared at her. Three feet in front of her was a man her sister had just murdered, but she couldn't take her eyes off her sister's figure. Her buttocks.. so powerful. So beautiful. Her thighs.. A woman like her is beautiful already, but by the firelight? In the middle of nowhere? There was something.. mysterious. Mystical.

When she turned around and saw her she smiled putting her panties on. "You see? It's easy." "I can't do that." "Yes you can. Do it just like I did." And the smile disappeared as Diane fell down to the soft sand in a squat. "I can't." She cried, and Chelsea ran over to her putting her in a loving embrace.

"That man is going to rape you unless you do."

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Chelsea wiped clean the last of the show, and smelled. "That's it." She said staring at his face. At the death. "Just leave him here?" "Uh-huh. They'll wonder about it, but they won't know. C'mon, let's join the others." "What about the fire?" "Leave it burning." And they walked together side by side, hand in hand to the group.

"It was beautiful." "What?" Chelsea took in a deep breath and stopped. "It was beautiful, Diane." And she looked deep in her eyes. Diane stared back and suddenly all the fear went away. She saw something in her sister. Something she'd never seen before.

An instinct. A feeling. A sense of what was right..

Survival.

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A dark forest is so lonely. So empty. So thick. And cold.. The most god aweful things occur under its canopy. And nothing is ever done about them. It's as though it doesn't care. A place of such bitter sweet sorrows. Not just the animals and the trees, but people too. As it was with Diane that dark night. For weeks the two sisters were inseparable. And Chelsea knew her predicament, though from the other side. You just can't be attached to someone at the hip. There's always that moment when evil gets you alone. And you have to be ready. Like the devil.. you have to be ready to grab it by the head and hold.

Crying.. screaming.. running.. Tim chased after her under all the leaves. The look of insanity filled his dirty wake. An animal after it's prey. A hunger, not a hunger at all, but an oppression. An injustice. "STOP!" She screamed tripping over branches and stones. Cutting herself, the sweat so thick on her knees that the blood didn't even drip. It just stayed there.

Within a matter of minutes the big man was on top of her and she was terrified. Spit slipped down from his lips down onto her face as he held back her arms and prepared to smother her screams. He started to hunch down and like a switch she started singing.

"WAIT! Wait.. wait.." And she gently wrapped her legs around his waist and massaged. Tim was surprised. "I want you too.." She uttered. Though the back of her throat was sore, she managed to conceal it. And even if she didn't the madman likely wouldn't have noticed. "Let go.." And he let go one of her arms, so she could reach down for her dirty white skirt and pull it up. "See?"

It was instantaneous. Both has hands went for her dirty panties and tore them off, and Diane tilted her head back towards the dark canopy to remember. His mouth went right for the sweet spot, and her legs followed thru. At first with a gentle hold that eventually got to bulging. Even when she thought it was tight the madman didn't notice. He was teething her. Thinking it a turnon. Truley insane.. "That's it." She said putting both her hands on the back of his head, she was getting wet. She couldn't believe it.. but she was getting wet.

You hear crickets, grasshoppers, birds, owls, maybe the occasional bore, and then you hear the breathing. Two human beings down in the dark leaves. It sounds strange out here.. It sounds funny mixed in with everything else.

Because there were two..

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Chelsea was sweating like she'd never done before. She had a branch fashioned into a club that she could barely lift off the ground, let alone sprint thru miles of unexplored bush. When she got there she held her breath though. What she saw was something truley amazing.

"Is he dead?" "No." And Diane looked up at her having to turn her head nearly behind her. Chelsea walked around to the front. "I did it. I did it!" She said. "Kill him!" "No. No..." She said turning her gaze back down between her legs. Reaching to pull up her skirt.

Tim stared back at them both, one of his hands on one of Dianes hips was squeezing and Chelsea immediately grabbed it and pushed it down to the ground. It was effortless.

Diane moaned and let the skirt fall, then she began to rub. "I want him to live." "For now." "Yah.. for now." And Chelsea filled her lungs with much needed breath. Sat back.. and stared.

"You did it.." She said, nearly coming to teers. "You did it."

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They drafted the new island constitution.. It was in a dark cave. A secret hideaway. A place of reconciliation. I don't know yet how it goes except that I want the last line to be "Every man out". It's a point, you see... A level of sanity. A trust between sisters.

God help their rescuers..

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Another good one headpop. Thanks for sharing it with us.

John :)